poetry fragments
The days fall upon me;
One by one, they fall,
Like leaves..........
They are black,
They are grey.
They are white;
They are shot through with gold and fire.
They fall,
They fall
Ceaselessly.
They cover me,
They crush,
They smother.
Who will ever find me
Under the days?
- Angelina Weld Grimke, Under the Days
To touch the cup with eager lips and taste, not drain it;
To woo and tempt and court a bliss - but not attain it;
To fondle and caress a joy, yet hold it lightly,
Lest it become necessity and cling too tightly;
To watch the sun set in the west without regretting;
To hail its advent in the east - the night forgetting;
To smother care in happiness and grief and laughter;
To hold the present close - not questioning hereafter;
To have enough to share - to know the joy of giving;
To thrill with all the sweets of life - is living.
- Anonymous, Living
Oh, give me a Regular chance in life,
The same as the rest, I pray,
- Berton Braley, A Prayer
Wouldn't life be lots more happy
If the good that's in us all
Were the only thing about us
That folks bothered to recall?
Wouldn't life be lots more happy
If we praised the good we see?
For there's such a lot of goodness
In the worst of you and me!
- Louis C. Shimon, I Know Something Good About You
Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?
- Edmund Vance Cooke, How Did You Die?
The picture seems half true, half dream,
And I keep its color and its gleam
All to myself.
- Wilbur Dick Nesbit, All To Myself
When I lie upon my bed at night,
With a heart full of pain and fear,
I think of the twinkling stars out there
That shine so bright and clear.
- Mary Newland Carson, My "Patch of Blue"
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